I plead emojiaholic. Unfortunately, I can only crime with the iPhone and the iPad. Due to the lack of understanding between traditional computers and emoji, the hours I spend in front of my MacPro are painful periods of abstinence.

This morning, as I was teaching my ballet class, I realized that the creators of the emoji keyboard have been inspired by us. By the dancers, I mean, as we do port de bras and other things. Don’t you think that a wide and honest arm, placed in second position, could be simbolized by a flat smile, the one which doesn’t blink? And what can I say about the similarity between Balanchine’s small arms and the famous wink of the emoticons? Suddenly, I associated the arabesque à la lyre with twinkling stars, the unhurried bras bas with those lightblue decreasing zzzzzz, and even a couronne in relevé with the top hat full of confetti and streamers.

I could even go further talking about movements and combinations: a double piruette en dehors could be the CD symbol, a lift with the girl sitting on one hand above the head of her parteneire, with the golden trophy, and a shiny entrelacé -why not- could be represented by the beautiful top hat that I have not been able to use in my emojiconversations. Yet.

I have also found steps and choreographies that could be perfectly simbolized by those dodgy emoticons, which are the funniest ones: the bomb ready to explode, the dart in the center of the target, the loaded gun or the upset snake. But I prefer to share this information with my fiends, excuse me. I’m emojiaholic and I want to remain anonymous.